The last dream I remember was probably two dreams smooshed together into a continuous narrative. It began in medieval times with a curious party of hunters including at least one prince with a bow, numerous knights carrying shiny silver frying pans, and numerous ladies-in-waiting, all pursuing a large wolf into a forest. However, the wolf was traveling among a friendly herd of cows and the prince was reluctant to fire an arrow and accidentally hit a cow.
This somehow morphed into a travelogue featuring a young East Indian girl and boy traveling along a river. The girl in particular was notable for oversize clothing that I supposed she got from a foreigner (including oversize glasses and oversize high heels). Newspapers that I saw floating in the water were printed in English and characters I didn't recognize, which I supposed were some Indian language.